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Jul 27
** HUM....NIGHT GOES TO WORK

A shadow creeps across
the lawn

dragging a sudden sharp chill
in its wake

pulling the night behind it
before settling it into place

shadow by shadow by shadow
with an almost audible click. . .

. . .the sun is sunk.

The dark coalesces
around a tiny candle flame.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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